Robert Frost's Poems

DEEPLY aware of benefits conferred,
I pondered means for gratitude expressed
Not hoarded. How to speak? What manner best?
Prudence counseled: “Tell him in a word.
There is a word, inclusive, ample, clear.
Who better than himself loves Yankee thrift ?”
So, on the scales, went merely “Thanks!" for gift.
My side the balance hit the stratosphere.
But need as pressing as the means were scant
Still urged the debt. The will must find the way.
But how, with compound interest to pay?
At last I said, “I can’t! I simply can’t!”
Knowing I couldn’t pay nor yet explain,
I thanked him as the parched earth thanks the rain.